[Poem-a-Week] I Ask Myself by Cecilia R. Sanchez
I ask myself I ask myself whether the color of my skin determines my worth I ask myself if the love language doesn’t roll off my tongue, Am I worth the conversation I ask myself, I ask myself, Does that state of nepantla even exist? I mean, I don’t feel worthy of either side or even in between the lines Not enough to lay between the lines How do I explain that when I cry, tears of Texcoco fall from my eyes? Or the husk of the corn speaks to me Or that when my feet feel the ground I feel the roots trying to tie me down to its existence Or when I see a creature of the land I know its past I ask myself, when will I be enough? Enough to not only fall under one category in a box Enough to be deemed a living human roaming stolen land I ask myself because I am a woman does it determine my worth Does my body mean more than what it’s supposed to be More than a childbearing home More than a domestic servant I ask myself, What sets these ideas? The idea that Because of who I am determines how I am Scratch that idea I ask myself again
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